Through the steam pouring from my busted radiator I catch sight of the barbed wire.
I close my eyes and see sweat slickened muscles, dig and plant, string and staple.
The summer help running fence, as I watch from the cool water of the pond.
Leaving playmates behind I step to join him.
He is not surprised.
Another post sinks into deep rich soil.
I gasp in shock as barbed points break skin.
Pleasure and pain combine.
Head thrown back I call out to the sky.
The sun burns.
I look at scarred arms and smile.
The tow truck driver has just arrived.